That's what living is to me
Spring break is here. Enjoy it on the streets of Baton Rouge
Come Monday, somewhere on I-10, a supersized SUV packed with floaties, a cooler, two arguing siblings, and a dog who has already claimed the entire back seat will be crossing into Mississippi. Godspeed. And thank you for your service.
Spring break is here. The schools are dark on Monday. The parents flee. And for one glorious week, Baton Rouge belongs to the rest of us.
Siegen Lane at 8 a.m.? Moving. Perkins Road, from South Acadian to Essen, at actual speed? Check. A left turn from the Starbucks onto College Drive without a spotter and a prayer? Yes! It will be quieter around here next week. And quieter around here feels like a miracle.
The beach towns will be full. Disney World will hit 140% capacity and someone will definitely be crying near Cinderella Castle—child or parent, hard to say. Orange Beach and the Flora-Bama will be wall-to-wall. Rosemary Beach will be doing its best. And as the late, great Jimmy Buffett once put it, they will all be "somewhere other than here."
Which leaves the streets to us. The ones who stayed. The ones with meetings that can't be moved, dogs that don't travel well, and a deep, abiding appreciation for a commute that doesn't require therapy afterward.
One week. Savor it.
They'll be back the following Monday, tanned and exhausted, right in time for school drop-off and a return to gridlock.
—JR Ball
